#celiacoldwater

[crueln2]

he’d FELT eyes burning into his nape all night long, but he could not SEE; blinded by the headlights of a deer--- one that INVOKED something, a turmoil within his chest. an... inspiration. still, he COULD NOT feel at ease. & now it LAUGHED in zak’s arms & he did... nothing. smile. SMILE, angelus; he reminds himself, swallowing POISON not to spit it out. BUTTERFLIES were meant to fly, flap wings he’d BUILT far away. BEAUTIFUL, wasn’t it?  as it should be. time to linger, it GRANTS him the gift of spotting her--- a true sight. and due to that turmoil brewing within his inner foldings... there was a something. a TIGHTNESS in his throat? and... lower... his CHEST; a TINY bee buzzing in his ear, when had it STUNG him? but PAIN--- he cherished pain, so what was... wrong? NO. he could NEVER allow it, dwell on these PATHETIC idle fantasies. & yet here he stands behind HER, azure pools BESTOWED the relieving sight of golden curls.

                         ❛ ...you're STARING. ❜

[crueln2]

@celiacoldwater

      ❛ CECE! ❜ it comes as A HOWLING demand from wrathful lips; fury COATS his bones & even demons have hidden within the shadows by now. ❛ WHERE ARE YOU?! COME OUT... now darling... it will be alright... i’m not MAD. i... promise. ❜ 

[crueln2]

@celiacoldwater& @crueln2 // every INCH of hers belong to be & HELL’S wrath will be cast upon those who DARE defy me; her body is a COFFIN ; rotting skeleton in which i BURY myself within every night & her flesh LUST in its purest form. i taste the IRON of thick, sinful blood on her bruised lips as she WHIMPERS for my teeth to ravish her flesh & tighten my firsts about her throat; TANGLED UP between crimson sheets, our UNHOLY bond is sealed. i am CARVED upon her flesh, my HOLLOW chest aches for this mirage of a girl. this is not love, i tell MYSELF. i loathe even the existence of such pitiful thing--- i CANNOT feel it; & yet looking upon those large pools of hazel, i wish to devour her flesh & chain her to my tombstone. what do i feel? raw PASSION perhaps. regardless, we have eternity to unravel ourselves, TOGETHER..

                                         I’LL FILL THE GRAVEYARDS                                                                               UNTIL I HAVE YOU                

[crueln2]

@celiacoldwater

cat-like feet, they LEAVE no trail to follow, no sound to track & ghosts who vanish can also appear; wild rustles crimson silk, curtains wave a breathless gasp, floating aimlessly at its mercy. like a breeze marble lips find its way to the pale complexion of her SOFT, exposed flesh, hovering over exposed shoulders--- he could recall the time when BLOOD rushed through those veins, pumping erratically, mercilessly. the sweetest he’d ever tasted, almost made him NOSTALGIC.